By all accounts the weekend weather was looking worse than ordinary but I spotted an lull in the high winds around high tide at midnight at Mornington so I figured it might be the only chance available this weekend. So I jump in the car and sprint on down.

Rock up and find absolutely zero lights on the pier, a bare minimum lights in the carpark, wind is still up and breaking over the wall, just... but what pleased me most was that damn construction barge was gone. Maybe with it gone the fish will have returned. It wasn't all lonesome out the end of the pier, half dozen boys were spread around out around the far end and had managed to lug a weber and their grill.

Its going on 10pm, high is scheduled for around 12, cloud cover 100%, the swell rollicking in, so I berly up, get the pillies on, and lines go out. Well.... if the pilchards weren't dead when they went on the hook, I dare say they were definitely drowned when I was done. Three hours later, zip, zero, de nada, doughnuts. Maybe a tap or two, but certainly no hook ups. A real dud night out.

On a disappointing note, the boys took off at midnight leaving their weber grill and JD empties out on the far end.